35 in year 35

Jan 20

Birthday flowers!

Last week, I turned 35. Unlike when I turned 18, 21 or 30, nobody asked how 35 felt. I suppose that’s because I’m now a “woman of a certain age,” and it’s indelicate to mention my advanced years. But if you’re curious, 35 really feels different to me. I’m no longer part of the 18- to 34-year-old demographic. I’m old enough to be elected President. I’m sure that if I like something (tattoos, $2.99 bottles of red wine, Insane Clown Posse), it’s a reflection of my unique tastes, not a phase I’ll outgrow.

Turning 35 feels like a milestone. To honor that, I’m putting together a list of 35 things I plan to do this year.

Well, #11 is ruined, because now I will be on the look-out. And you know if you ever have any Photoshop questions, I can totally help you there. Especially cutting out images. I think you know I’m a pro at the cutout.